You're My Antidote
Fried Rice Matters

The results of the examination were not problematic. With what Rani eats.

The symptoms that Rani is experiencing are just common symptoms in every pregnant woman. Currently Rani's pregnancy has entered the 8th week. Generally pregnant women feel morning sickness from week 6 to week 12.

So the doctor Fani only prescribe vitamins and nausea relievers because of the nausea that Rani felt had gone weak because it vomited all of her stomach contents.

"It's not because I'm food poisoning, is it, doc?" rani asked Doctor Fani. But Rani's gaze looked straight at the King with an insinuating expression.

The king knew his wife was still upset that he would not allow Rani to eat breakfast. The king was worried. The king was afraid that someone would have problems with his wife's stomach. The king did not want to further harm his wife and future children.

But King forgot, if pregnant women are very sensitive. He forgot not to give his wife understanding with a soft word.

"No. Just a common pregnancy symptom. I'll give you the prescription and you can make it at the pharmacy."___"Many snacks, especially when getting out of bed before getting out of bed. Try eating a few pieces of biscuits to reduce nausea."

The king received a prescription from Rani's doctor and escorted her cousin to the door of the hotel room.

When he returned to his wife's side, Rani was calling the hotel to order food to the room.

"Sorry dear" he said trying to grab the wife's hand. But it was not the welcome that he could precisely stare sharply with a pouty face that looked adorable.

"Rani wants to take a shower" Rani said with an upset look.

Relented. The king went to the bathroom to prepare warm water in the bath complete with the aroma of therapy.

"Come on. Help me out." The king thought his offer would be rejected outright. But Rani actually stretched her hand ready for her to carry.

"You're the one who starved Rani and our son, so you're the one who has to take responsibility."

The king put on a smile so as not to turn into laughter or his wife getting upset. "Yes dear. I will take full responsibility for you and our children. I will give up my body and soul for you."

The king saw the corner of Rani's lips twitching holding back the laughter and still maintaining her sulking expression.

"That's out there, mas." Rani drives him away when she drops the woman on the side of the bathtub. "Rani can shower herself."

"I said I was ready to give up my body and soul. Ready to take full responsibility for you. Including bathing you, baby."

"Nooooooooo.. You pervert, mas."

The king chuckled and rubbed the tip of his head and left the bathroom to let his wife bathe herself.

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Rani didn't soak too long. Because his stomach was struggling to be filled. Not half an hour he rinsed himself.

Because they did not plan to stay, Rani did not have clothes to wear after bathing.

Just wrapped in a bathrobe with nothing in it, Rani comes out of the bathroom.

"Here, help dry it. Soon Moses will bring us clothes."

Rani complies and lets the King dry her hair with a hairdryer that her husband knows where to get from.

"The same underwear, right, mas?" he was afraid that Moses would bring only outer clothing.

"Yes dong dear. How could I let you out of the room without underwear."

"Moses take it from home?"

"Buy maybe." said the King not sure. "I just asked Moses to send us a change of clothes."

Rani clucked lazily. "Don't Moses choose my underwear?"

"Moses ain't at least that job, baby."

They stopped arguing when the door bell rang. The king covered Rani's head with a towel. Anticipate if Moses came or someone else who was male.

"Breakfast dear." call the King from the direction of the sofa when the hotel waiter delivering the food has left.

One plate of fried rice that each reflects smoke complete with two eggs in the eyes of the cow atssnya. Also two sprigs of sandwiches were served on the table. According to what Rani ordered.

The aroma of fried rice that was pouring out in the room made him return nauseous. The shadow of warm and savory fried rice that previously tasted delicious, is now destroyed with his son who rejected the aroma.

Rani refuses when the King will carry her back into the room. Rani did not want to risk re-feeling nauseous when the aroma of fried rice was smelled in her sense of smell.

"Why?" The king was confused when he prevented her husband from opening the bathroom door.

"The fried rice makes you nauseous. Mas please singkirin it first and make sure there is no more smell." the door was very weak.

The king who understands sits him on a closet. The king only opened a small opening of the door to get out and immediately closed it tightly. Until almost fifteen minutes later the King returned after convincing him that the room had been clean from the aroma of fried rice.

"Eat the sandwich. You must be tormented by vomiting on an empty stomach."

Rani complies and bites the egg sandwich in her hand. But Rani is convinced that she will not be full just by eating bread. Even if he had two spikes he spent alone.

And the shadow of the warm fried rice still teased his saliva. "Rani wants fried rice, mas." whined with bulging cheeks.

"Eh? but you'll be vomiting again." Rani knows the King must be confused. Even Rani herself was confused by herself. "Eat the others, right? order it now."

Rani shook her head with teary eyes as her wish was not fulfilled. "Rani just wants to eat fried rice. DOT."

"Iyaaaang... You said it made you nauseous." The king was trying to be patient. Pulling his shoulders to face each other.

"But our son wants that, mas. When you get to the door, do you want responsibility?! you don't pity?!"

"Yes already. Masa order now." caving the King with a long sigh.

Not yet had the King's call lifted, Rani had prevented.

"Rani doesn't want to cook the hotel chef's dishes." her gulps are getting unclear. "The smell will definitely make Rani nauseous."

"Where do you want to eat fried rice, baby?"

Rani is sure, if the current one in front of her is the old King, surely the King has scolded her all out.

"This is it."

The king scratched his head in an agony. "Message on ojol?"

Rani shakes.

"Do you want your home cook to cook and send it here?"

Rani shakes her head back.

"Then how do Iaaang. If you eat at the hotel, it means cooking at the hotel's chef."

"Kan mas knows Rani's nauseous." he's upset. But the King should be upset by his absurd attitude.

"For that, I asked. What do you want to eat and where?"

"Eat fried rice. Here." answered Rani quickly.

"But don't want the hotel cook?" ask the King to make sure again.

Rani answered with a sling.

"Then, the cooking. Wanna?"

Rani nodded enthusiastically with sparkling eyes. That's what he's been waiting for since. Her husband's cooking must have felt different. Because the King cooks with a love that multiplies. Love for him and for his children.

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